Zhang Xiaoqiang is not decadent. He finds one of the driest houses in the small farm. He takes down the beams of the houses, splits them into firewood, and lights a lot of bonfires. With the silent farm, he is enveloped in the night.
A night without a dream, Zhang Xiaoqiang was awakened by the cold of the early morning. At his feet, the bonfire had burned out, and even the ashes were caked. It was obvious that the fog of the early morning was wet.
After he got up, Zhang Xiaoqiang stretched a lazy waist, and then countless flames shot in from the window in front of him, covering him in the warm sunshine. Enjoying the sunshine, Zhang Xiaoqiang squinted slightly, looking at the golden waves of sponge in the distance, and then he was attracted by the distant coast.
The small farm where Zhang Xiaoqiang spent the night was a lonely place with no materials and limited zombies. Across the sea from the farm, behind a stretch of seaport, there were countless tall buildings. Although it did not meet the standard of a provincial city, it was a miracle in this place full of forests.
Suddenly thinking of something, Zhang Xiaoqiang turns around and rushes out, shuttling through a big wooden house with a herringbone roof. Finally, he stops in front of a glass picture frame with a pair of sheepskin maps in it. It's very old, but it's still well preserved in the glass picture frame.
Zhang Xiaoqiang takes off the picture frame, breaks the glass, pulls out the map, turns around and runs to the beach. Zhang Xiaoqiang spreads the map on the beach, and then compares it with the land across the Strait. Finally, Zhang Xiaoqiang knows where it is.
Although there is no Chinese mark on the map, Zhang Xiaoqiang can see from the Gulf on the map that the opposite is Vladivostok, or Vladivostok, the Russian Navy's base in the Far East, which is the loot of the Russian people in China.
When he saw the land in the distance that had been taken away by the Russians for a hundred years, Zhang Xiaoqiang was very excited. He did not expect to recover it. His only thought was that he could at least find useful materials there.
Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't know how long the coastline is. He doesn't know whether materials and means of transportation can be found along the way. In particular, he doesn't expect the latter. He might as well go to the opposite side to search. If he finds the motorboat warehouse by the sea, there will be no means of transportation.
Vladivostok is at least ten kilometers away from the coast. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't want to swim. He went back to the place where he killed the zombie yesterday, pushed the small fishing boat buried in the sand into the sea, found two oars and rowed slowly to the opposite bank.
Zhang Xiaoqiang walked with Zhang Xiaoqiang for more than two hours. He felt a little hungry, so he found a vent to observe. He found that he was at the crossroad, and there was a window displaying all kinds of wine bottles in front of him. Seeing the wine bottles, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt cold all over, and his whole body trembled involuntarily. He urgently needed a mouthful of wine to warm his body.
Do it when you think of it. Zhang Xiaoqiang, no matter whether he killed the zombies or not, would lead to the evolution of the zombie group. He lifted the water cover and jumped out. The water cover was overturned by Zhang Xiaoqiang's giant force and fell heavily in mid air. The ground made a dull noise, which attracted all the zombies around him and rushed along the water drops dropped by Zhang Xiaoqiang